Utah Windriders Association

Despite marginal readings at the g-ville weather station I packed the iSonic and headed out to celebrate the pioneers. After all, holidays don’t come everyday. On rounding the corner to see the lake (and that’s being generous at this point), Kenny came into view, bobbing and waiting for the puffy puffs of happiness to materialize. A small flotilla of pole boarders sat patiently high and dry, also waiting.

Around 8 it started to pick up and that’s when the fishermen had to hide their women and young ‘uns. Sails ranged from 6.x up. My 9.0 was a bit of a tight fit on a small pond, and managed to toss my bag of bones across the water like a flat rock during one of my less successful explodo-jibes, right smack in front of Grant. Emphasis on smack. It was not the first nor the last time he got to hollerin’ this morning. Hoo-0eee.

All in all a generous helping on an otherwise marginal day. Thanks to the sailors for looking before jibing, steering clear of the kite, and getting plain out of the way when I was heading for the dike, the rocks or just on the verge of disaster. It’s a small pond and sure ain’t getting bigger at this point. We’re all getting better at turning, one way or another. (Sorry Josh, it was turn or eat beach, hope there was plenty of room. You are a gentleman for letting me by.)

Thanks also to the army for the fireworks show southwest of us in the desert following our session. Either that or some delinquent kids were out tossing big bundles of dynamite on innocent bunnies and stuff. Nothing like Utards and their fireworks during independence day and pioneer day fireworks season, which, no lie, runs about June through October or until some puts an eye out, blows their hands off, or launches one into someone else’s bone dry hayfield.

Following up Carl's post will make me sound like a junior high student, so here is my post; Yeah it was fun.
and yes Carl you did blow up on the jibe. If you don't do a full cart wheel in the air when you biff then your doing it wrong.
Mike Egan decided to break his mast on the wall of terror. But the swim is only 50 meters so with a little help he got back to shore easily.
Lets see; our pioneer day contestants were: Ivan Earl, Mike Egan, Tom Smart, Duanne Karren, Grant McAlister, Carl C, and me. And don't forgot or foreign exchange student - Kenny.

By the way Grant, I have a username and log in for you.
email me.

broke his mast on the wall of terror? is that the dike? did he actually hit the rock wall? he seemed okay when i saw him floating in the water and he didn't mention anything but yipes, that's one of my own fears out at g-villle.

Carl he didn't hit the levee. I am just referring to the extra amount of wind right next to it. You rig 6.5 then get to the levee and it you need a 5.5. Which makes the jibes over there more fun.

The mast just broke. Thanks for the ride Carl. The only thing terrifying was the damage to my wallet.

Oh good, that's a relief. If you hit that thing it could be carnage for sure. Josh, you're right, the deeper the water surface gets below the levee the more turbulent the wind gets at the edges, especially the east wall. The pocket at the southeast corner gets kinda wild sometimes. It makes me wonder why I keep shooting in there in the first place sometimes.